Poor Brandon got taken to the ER parking lot last night after we discovered him significantly short of breath (even after a visit to the steamy shower and an albuterol treatment), but of course by the time we got there (and thanks to the cool night air), his breathing improved. The doc on call told us to go home and keep an eye on him. Thanks Grandma-nama for coming to our rescue at 2 o'clock this am, Mason thought it was so neat you came over the watch him soooo late at night. Next time, let's go out for pie (like the good ole days).
Luckily we had a well check scheduled for Mason today and our pediatrician was able to see B for a sick visit. He was diagnosed with croup and given his first dose of steroids in the office (he'll get his second dose in the am). The steroids finally seem to be kicking in, his appetite is slowly returning and he is tiring of being told to lay around! Poor guy, I haven't seem him this puny in a long time.
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